Brat || F!Yandere X F!Reader

Don't Play With Me

You arrived on Ha-Joon's doorstep at six o'clock on the dot, not a minute early but not a minute late either. You took a second to center yourself, readjust the strap of the bag hanging off your shoulder, before ringing the bell.

The second your finger depressed the button for the doorbell, after the chime uttered its first note, the door swung open.

And there was Ha-Joon.

She looked smaller than before: both shorter and thinner. Paler, too. So pale you wondered if she was anemic. She'd dolled herself up for your session, painted her face and put on her prettiest party dress, but weariness hung off her like wet clothes.

She looked at you anxiously for a moment before opening her mouth to say something.

You didn't give her a chance. You surged forward, pulled the little pink gag from your pocket and stuffed it into her open mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise, but her lips instinctively closed around it.

"Ah ah!" You tutted. "Not a word from you. Not a single word. I decide the game tonight. You can either play along, or I can leave."

Her brow furrowed in confusion and her hand reached up to feel the end of the gag still sticking out of her mouth. You watched with a certain degree of satisfaction as the realization dawned on her that you had just given her a soother. Her face flushed, probably from embarrassment.

"I have a ball gag, if you'd prefer." You knew she didn't, though. You'd tried ball gags, along with other forms of bondage, in the past and she had disliked them.

There was a beat of silence, of stillness between you. But Ha-Joon eventually shook her head, dropped her hand to her side, leaving the pacifier in her mouth.

"Good girl," you said, rewarding her further with a bright, cheery smile. "Now come along. We've got a lot to do and not much time to do it in."

With that, you stepped inside, closing the door behind you like this was your house, not hers. Then you took her by the hand, intertwining your fingers, and started leading her towards the staircase. Once upstairs, you made a beeline for the bathroom. Only after you'd shut and locked the door did you turn your attention back to her.

She was staring at you with her big ol' doll eyes. First things first, you took the ribbons and barrettes out of her hair. Next, you needed to get rid of all that cake covering her face.

You tsked at her as you grabbed a makeup wipe from the bathroom counter. "Someone's been playing in their mother's makeup bag again. You need to stop that. You're much too young for those sorts of things."

It took three wipes to remove all her makeup. You kept all your movements gentle but insistent. Her mascara and lip stain were the hardest to get off, but you managed.

As you suspected, without any cosmetics on, she had a baby face.

Once she was bare-faced, you walked over and sat on the edge of the tub. It was ginormous, big enough for Ha-Joon to submerge herself in completely. It would suit your purpose nicely.

It took some time to get the temperature just right. Not too hot, not too cold. But once you did, you reached into your bag and pulled out a bottle of bedtime bubble bath as well as a bottle of baby two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

Her eyes narrowed disapprovingly on the second bottle, either due to its two-in-one nature or its intention for children. But her displeasure didn't really matter. She was playing by your rules tonight, or else she wasn't playing at all.

You poured a couple capfuls of bubbles into the bathtub before turning your attention back to your charge for this evening, who was standing by awkwardly.

"Arms up," you told her, and, when she complied, pulled her dress over her head. Underneath, she was wearing a full set of lacy white lingerie. This certainly wasn't how she envisioned tonight going. What, was she planning on seducing you? You, the expert in seduction? Just the idea was laughable.

"You got these from your mother too, didn't you?" You asked, plucking at the strap of her bra. "Stay out of her drawers from now on." With that, you unceremoniously removed them, starting with her bra and ending with her stockings. All were thrown into the corner of the room, where they were promptly forgotten.

By that time, the tub was full, so you ushered her inside. Ha-Joon sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, as if she were embarrassed of her nudity now that you were out of a sexual setting.

"Look what I got you for tubbie time," you cooed, reaching into your bag of goodies again and pulling out... A yellow rubber duck.

She blushed again, glaring venomously at the innocent little toy. It took conscious effort to keep your smile from morphing into a smirk as you placed the duck atop the water's surface. Then you retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom closet, dipped it into the sudsy water, and started to scrub her down.

"Baby beluga in the deep blue sea... Swim so wild and you swim so free! Heaven above and the sea below, and a little white whale on the go... Baby beluga, baby beluga! Is the water warm? Is your mama home with you, so happy?" You crooned as you ran the soapy towel over her torso, arms, and legs, mindful of her cuts.

There were many more verses to that Raffi song, but you couldn't remember the rest. So instead you just kept humming.

By the time you'd put the towel down and moved on to washing her hair, her face was bright red, likely due to a combination of the steamy warm water, anger, and humiliation. But that was her problem, not yours. She could spit out her soother and tell you to get the fuck out at any time. But she didn't.

To be honest, you were glad to see some color in her face, no matter the reason. Anything was better than that deathly paleness.

"Hold your breath, baby," you instructed, before carefully dunking her under the water, massaging the shampoo and conditioner out of her hair, and pulling her back up again. "Good job!"

Now that Ha-Joon was all nice and clean, you pulled the plug and moved to grab a big fluffy towel from the closet. She was a little shaky from her long soak, so you let her hold your hand for balance as she stood up and stepped out of the bathtub.

Once she was out, you proceeded to gently towel her off. Then back into your bag to pull out an old oversized sweatshirt of yours, a five-pack of underwear in her size, a bottle of baby lotion, and a bottle of hair detangler.

You used almost a quarter of the bottle of lotion, generously slathering her in moisturizer from the neck down. It had a strong powdery floral scent to it, of jasmine, rose, and iris. You wondered absentmindedly if you should have gone with the bedtime version instead. Oh well. It got the job done.

"Arms out," you said again, this time to dress her as opposed to undress her. She did as she was told and you pulled the sweater over her head. As you ripped into the plastic package of panties, she pulled the neckline up over her nose and mouth and inhaled, probably taking in the scent of your laundry detergent, your apartment... Just you.

It made you profoundly uncomfortable, but you elected to ignore it. Instead, you freed a pair of undies and helped her pull them up over her slippery legs.

"Looking okay so far. Now let's do something about that hair of yours."

Even with the detangler, there were still some tears. The two-in-one shampoo and conditioner was no good on her knots. But, with all the patience of a perfect saint, you started at the ends and slowly worked your way up, picking apart any problem areas as you came across them.

"All done!" You declared at last, placing the brush back on the bathroom counter. "You've been quite the little trooper." She looked at you, hopeful that this was over. You almost felt bad for what you had planned for the rest of the evening. "Are you hungry?" She nodded hesitantly. "That's what I thought. Let's get you fed."